Allison called out at the gate, but there was no response from the guard booth.
With no other choice, she called Carlos, the driver.
“Ms. Allison? The madam left on a trip. Didn’t she tell you?”
“She went traveling?”
“Yeah,” Carlos said. “She said all the bad press around Ms. Sherrie was too much, so she’s taking her out to unwind.”
Allison stayed silent for a few seconds. “Then… could you come back and unlock the gate for me?”
Carlos hesitated. “She gave me extended leave. I’m back in my hometown now…”
Then, as if something occurred to him, he added, “She probably left you some money, right? Maybe you can stay at a hotel for a few days?”
There was another pause from Allison. “…Thank you, Carlos.”
After hanging up, Carlos couldn’t shake off the worry in his chest. She must have le
